Oh, you think you're so clever,   telling me what to do.   In your eyes I'm a loser   'cause I'm nothing like you.   Your shadow is stretching   all over the place   in your idea of living.   You'd better walk away.      You know I've been working   so hard all my life.   From the day I turned seven   I've been moving on,   so, please, just give me   some time to breathe.   Don't you play with my mind, now.      Why can't everybody   see through their third eye,   and be open for changes   so in the future they'll know.      All the leashes that holds them   will soon give way   to a freedom to live again.